http://slow.writerscafe.org/JayDale The original writings of author Jay en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024857 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15                                                   &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1474692/                              b                     &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1407729/                          what ?. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1384128/ this is a book whose pages take a look at those curiosities that arise - sometimes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1384126/ a blog-ish type thing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1232960/ a blog-ish type of thing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1231839/       Helikes to look at you:childless. Youhave yourselfthatopaline sex,andhave given him the fever. Iand my ‘potch’,inflannel pyjamas,scrubbreakfast bowls.Bleachtoilet bowl.Gettired.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1217416/        Popup peach diorama.Buildthe granite obelisks.  Come!the high gloss lipsglazingmental acres.Spreadthe apple waxwithonanistic knees.  Turnthe curvy poses toundulatingdream.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1217413/                                      goodbyescan be the hardest things.  it’snot always as s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1175565/       despitesome common practices, dinning can be a fine art. lucky for my wellington, Ihave a doctorate (he’s just bated with a masters)... but he’s also a builder,though I am architect; and sometimes we are as marquetry. though sometimes weare.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1175089/        forthem, a precious apple upandchanged the world. thestreets, the land no longerasyesterday they were.thequietness of sleep cuppedyellowfields a-whirl.forthem, a precious apple upandchanged the world. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1172777/        Shakaheaves into a tusk.Bucephaluscomes...                 mothers drop water;             &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1168642/       sinceit’s autumn afterall, i let my panties fall as wellandcrawl along the splintered jetty of adams c**k, andsomewherebetween the blue sardines and craftmans’ varnishthelong wrought iron lamp spearheads a swirling madne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1167391/       does the child ever stopfrom bellowing?the world is roundedwith acute angles acute angles make sharpaccusations thatit was the sun that didit. the sun!the hedgerows in asharks mouthand those contingentyearson the jaws of a r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1167204/       i went into a wide pauseof blue sky,awaking somewhere other,while closing my lashes onstillanother cluster offragmentary things,another broken canticle.the crumpling of autumnflags,the haunts of youcollapsing inall manne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1166332/       there dropped a chaos ofsilver coinsinto a steely stainlessbowl andclinks and clattercluttered the roomcluttered the light,cluttered the roomand darkling wrongs,tiny tots,wrinkled from the indexboxof library thoughts, (l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1164102/ Modesties and pretensions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1164101/           loved! his eyebrow. raised.and it’s not like he had tocut and hem a button hole then thread a hook and craneit up.nor did he need to contractworkers to dig in pillars and installgreat props - you know,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1150925/           bounce dreaming from the hay cart wheel with the Dom   the Toggenburg barged a pale and awoke to wasted milk,  pantaloons on the camel   the story there refused to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1150891/            and it inches in like it’slong stretches where it goes ‘til running off with thewagon   a pool gathers. then another and so the gladioli swim   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1150840/            when Gary renounced allpolitical persuasions, interests, pursuit, and conviction,he at once became the mostpolitical fellow i would never get to vote for. so now i play the lotterywhile imagining someplace to grow w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1149960/           if you do not fit into thesquare you can not buy a house. that famous square. precisely hosted. the one that lends shape  to democratic goggles good. clean. virtuous. exac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1149959/            my four year old has foundfavour in the plastic statuette of a pig.my three year old wonderswhere is the brain we have? am i to be proud that they’vealready caught upwith millennia of mankinds&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1149957/            sharad floats warm colours on glinting changes hollow cheekbones - cushion blush:     winter snow to glut the womb.      in time, sacred waiting,&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1149956/            it never made sense: the padlock hanging like alazy after thought on the broken latch at theentrance of a mansion of chalk dust and plasterboard - Stravinsky  stirring the paint which.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1149955/            wood smoke. morning. cold outside. sun. brown boots. old. Good Friday. what? dog yelps. chained. pull a weed. done. finally done.       &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1149954/            from the salty stern swungUrsula: spliced rope bikini strungtight between Creosote the Greatand True North.    sail on...        &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1149953/           they clean the leathercouchesto keep a dirty secret: our hatred of cows!                http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1149949/ nothing to do with teleseismic travel time anomalies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1149943/       William  gave  her some  unbelievable  poems,  one two,  in  the  smudge  of  a  bus  window. Full  of  all  the  un -daisies  and  un - marigolds,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1133715/ ekphrasis http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1131029/       Chester has lost it. He took out a magazine;put the rifle in his mouth. When he pressed the trigger with his thumb,he ricochet a comedy of hollow points.And did not have a permit!       &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1130922/        There is such a place.    Newspaper gathered beneath           the kitchenwaste basket.    Matches dumbed back in the box.   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1130549/       the bumps that squat on your noseyour grumpyour bile i love you let me lick your facemother toad be your friendrock climb your surliness a companywe can scowl at breast milkdandelionsvelvet gloves.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1130219/        give me the back catalogues any daythey use timewell and grow into their greatnessfleshing out allcreases with wisdom and carei look back onthem and there they standpoised in theknowledge that i will look back onthem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1130207/       If I had notloved                would the deep red maple still                  &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1130206/       We were new, butwe moved into an old, old house.We almost had nobaggage at all: mine was a bamboo toothbrush (amazingly recyclable). His was atweed guitar case; an armpit library of favourite books; a gutful of aphorisms;a head full of raised eyebr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1130203/                                       wE’RE iNSIDE oUT aND       &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1130201/ cinquain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1130200/ i just gave myself 10 mins to write something,..anything... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1130199/       twinkle twinkle little starroses are red. we know they are...    there aint new poems no more - it’s allbeen done beforehow many more ways  can one write days,nights, stars, and demons, angels,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1130198/       on the blue chair sits a blue brushand on the blue brush rides a death;with a white-knuckle clasp around me atlastand crosshairs trained on my breath...          http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1130197/       Have you everheardThe August moontwirl its skirtAround cloudlessskies?         http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1130196/       Shesays:“I’m feeling disappointed. I didn’t get flourtoday.Organic wholemeal and organic white.I had 2 more recipes I wanted to try.And I didn’t find my cook book either.It’s been Booknapped!I will not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1130192/       my first poem, i watched itraining through a window.my first poem, i fell off mytrike and cried.my first poem, i grew a flowergarden.my first poem, i peeled withlaughter playing with my dad.my first poem, i discovere.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1130190/        Helios glanced off a million infectious lights                                  &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1130188/       I’m still mourning the loss of a piece. I don’t want to play my ukulele anymore.I don’t want to sip my tea. I’ve never lost a piece! and it’sincredulous to me.It was my favourite puzzle, too.Of a twin engin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1130187/      Hayward sped off at greatalarmAnd two red clouds roared fromthe wheels.One was the powder dirt of hisfarm.The other, his dog at hisheels.         http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1130185/       i do not know how it is that you havestirred the Wattle into life. just yesterday there was blood leaking fromthe anthers,and today we sit with the Jacana andgarlands golden in Poa skirts and Spear Grasstogether.i don’t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1130184/       he wants me tocall his namelike a stormcalls the sky and wrap aroundhim in a clinchas tight as thered in a rosed flush.he wants me tomelt on himand spoon glazedapricotsdown his head,and gladly so,and breathe hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JayDale/1130181/